It’s life.

You only have two choices. Death and alive.

But since we’re alive, so death is the only choice we have. Really?

Is that the only choice or the only point we noticed?

There’s so many bases in life.

Some people live according to such fortunes. It was like reading a palm, but infact, they who don’t has even a hand, have had future too indeed.

Some people determine others by such a value, such a faith. Pretending nothings better then them, seems the very right options we could or should’ve done.

So many ways in life.

But people often choose a living way with full of judgement. Judging one another is like a breath. Every breath means every second worth.

But what worth lied in uncertain future?

We always determine what we do, distinguish others like we are better than our own brothers, live our own life in the dark crater it could have happened.

Don’t you ever think we’re in the middle of the storm?

That every battle’s worthy eventhough worlds know best how we won this war.

It’s cold literally. I remember how it’s turn to cloudy or sunny day, but it’s briefly often switching -according to its’ will- then freeze me. I wish , I don’t have to remind you how it feels.

I wish it’s not a promise brought me back, but it is indeed.

They often said that death is cold, but such a papper said hell is such a hot.

Then I know brain and heart, each synergically disaperate and separated. It’s like body and sould have their own sense of life. When fear is the parameter, then body afraid of cold, so is the soul affraid of heat.

The question is, do you afraid?

If death is the only choice we have, do we really have to be afraid?

Tearing in every lost, trying to replaec every gone in one, looks like they all fix in every wink, but still hurt in so much inks.

It’s beautiful how we’re created in order to be gotten connected. How soul tired when body’s gone, how body’s death behind every souls, in front of all the unexpected mind.

I mean, it’s like, who cares? Everyone’ll die too.

A matter of time is not our matter.

When shall we stop wondering and stop starting too much asking about everything?

Unfortunately, we rarely concern about life. In so many ways, we only focus on a small black spot. Even for looking for the white one, was just only to add some black spots upon the white.

It’s life. We’re alive and nothing for you to be afraid of. We’re alive and it’s our life. Live it!